Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

Hard to the core we are.
The federated army of the Pharaoh squad.
Run run, we gonna tear the head up.
Uh huh, you want beef because.

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
Lost em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

AOTP, Nikes and ice links
You won't feel till after the punch like a spiked
Sipping Goose my eyes pink, ninety-five live rings
Real niggas survive things and die
I can hear that homie "Yo you owe it to me"
So no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie
You got a heart homeboy? show it to me
The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of golden
I'm old school roll a dooby
Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough groupies
A pimp and a killer, gorilla in project
milli really only defence of my logic
The shotgun sits in the closet
for you fuckers to come dip in my shit
Nonsense, the weak could never the thorough
Bitch niggas suspect, I call boys gossip girls

Hard to the motherfucking we are
The army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run run, we gonna the head piece up
Uh huh, you don't want beef

I had enough of them, yo bust em in.
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in.
Lost em in.
bust em in. (3x)

I treat tools like bitches cause I always got a few
And bus em in like kids from different districts
Y'all dipshits will get your discs flipped
Rhymes will make the disc skip, find your wrists slit
Nickel-plated shine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch the candle wick's lit
Want to sample this You need to read Sanskrit
And travel to the top of Mount to transmit
Running through the Red Seas an escaped slave
Then holding up the walls of water my sound waves
Like I was doing during Public Execution, half-human half-mutant
Ap the of Rasputin
Gats shooting, ricocheting off of my steel body
And three quarter fat goose to conceal shotties
The god the surface of the Sun it won't melt feet
Cause when's the last time you heard Ap rip a beat?

Hard to the motherfucking we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh squad
Run run, we gonna tear the head up
Uh huh, you don't want beef

I had enough of them, yo bust em in
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in
bust em in
Bust em in (3x)

I'm a five-star general, the motherfucking man
Flip a bird, hold a swammy with the same
And do a dance when blood splatters and sprays
Cement mix in your IV turn your anatomy
Nobody at A-O-T-P not trenched with OPP
I'm obsessed with OCD, a temperamental mental
With onboard computer integration
One of rap's innovative voices or flows
In front of buttons
I look around, all my choices blow
So now you know I'm the don of braggadocio
Flamethrower, I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping it dojo name
Come down and sign up, I'm training to rhyme rough and get they punchlines up
Cause you ain't fucking the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere
No rap is nowhere what I just wrote here oh yeah